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<h1><a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/22596850">I'm Not Going Anywhere</a> by <a class='authorlink' href='https://archiveofourown.org/users/God_of_Doors/pseuds/God_of_Doors'>God_of_Doors</a></h1>

<table class="full">

<tr><td><b>Category:</b></td><td>Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Genre:</b></td><td>Fluff, Gen, Light Angst, Nightmares</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Language:</b></td><td>English</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Status:</b></td><td>Completed</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Published:</b></td><td>2020-02-07</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Updated:</b></td><td>2020-02-09</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Packaged:</b></td><td>2021-04-28 14:29:00</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Rating:</b></td><td>Teen And Up Audiences</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Warnings:</b></td><td>No Archive Warnings Apply</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Chapters:</b></td><td>2</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Words:</b></td><td>4,083</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Publisher:</b></td><td>archiveofourown.org</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Story URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/works/22596850</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Author URL:</b></td><td>https://archiveofourown.org/users/God_of_Doors/pseuds/God_of_Doors</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Summary:</b></td><td><div class="userstuff">
              <p>Arden struggles to process all the things he's seen, often to the detriment of a solid night's sleep. He hired Teldryn for protection, but he didn't anticipate getting someone who actually cared about his well-being. Teldryn didn't anticipate caring this much for his patron either.</p>
            </div></td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Relationships:</b></td><td>Male Dovahkiin | Dragonborn/Teldryn Sero</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Comments:</b></td><td>3</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Kudos:</b></td><td>39</td></tr>

<tr><td><b>Collections:</b></td><td>Arden and Teldryn</td></tr>

</table>

<a name="section0001"><h2>1. Chapter 1</h2></a>
<div class="story"><div class="userstuff module">
    
    <p>
  <span>Ash storms were a bitch.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>This one in particular had cropped up just before Teldryn and Arden finally made it back to Raven Rock from another visit to Tel Mithryn, and of course, for once in his life Teldryn hadn’t been wearing a cloth over his nose and mouth to keep the ash out. Arden had run out of healing potions, so Teldryn had used his face cloth to bandage a frighteningly deep gash on Arden’s arm, courtesy of a rather determined ash hopper, but the sacrifice of that cloth meant that he’d gotten more ash down his throat than he’d bargained for and would be coughing it up for days. It was nearing midnight when Teldryn finally slipped upstairs to find something to soothe his throat in hopes of getting even a few hours of sleep, and was just returning to his room with his cup when he heard a noise that sounded strangely out of place.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>He and Arden had only moved from their respective rooms in the Retching Netch to Severin Manor a week prior, after all the unpleasantness regarding the previous occupants had finally been sorted out, so Teldryn wasn’t yet used to all the unique noises that particular structure made under the stress of high winds. Even so, the noise he'd heard hadn’t sounded like one a building might make. The storm was still raging outside, but the groaning of the wind was muted from the underground level where the bedrooms were. This noise was sharp and nearby, and sounded suspiciously like Arden’s voice. Concerned, Teldryn wandered nearer to the closed door of the master bedroom and listened. The sound of Arden’s strained whimper was unmistakable this time, and it made Teldryn wince. He pondered for a moment whether he should leave the dream to run its course or intervene. In his experience, he felt that the mild discomfort of emotional vulnerability was preferable to waking alone in a panic, and the nervous Bosmer practically wore his heart on his sleeve anyway. Emotional vulnerability was probably right up his alley.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Mind made up, Teldryn pushed the door open and moved further into the bedroom, trying to ignore the way the four mannequins surrounding the entryway loomed ominously in the darkness. Arden had even dressed one of them in Morag Tong armor, and Teldryn had to resist the urge to conjure a small flame to light the room and confirm there weren’t actually assassins standing around about to kill him. He then realized that a bit of light might be comforting to Arden upon waking and pulled the flame into his hand anyway.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Arden was curled up in the center of the double bed, one arm outstretched with fingers twitching sporadically. His breathing was strained and ragged, every third breath or so ending in a desperate whimper, and Teldryn could see a sheen of sweat covering his face where it wasn’t obscured by tangled auburn hair. Teldryn set his cup down and transferred his flame to a candle before putting one hand on Arden’s shoulder and gently calling his name. It took a few tries before the younger mer finally awoke with a gasp and scrambled to sit up.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Hey, whoa, easy now,” Teldryn murmured.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>"Where'd he go?" Arden panted. He cast wild, unfocussed eyes around the room and attempted to pull away from the hand on his shoulder. “He had… Where’d he go?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“It was a dream, sera,” Teldryn said, trying not to let Arden twist out of his grip until he was sure the Bosmer was fully aware of his surroundings. “Breathe. There’s no one else here. Just you and me."</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Arden stopped struggling after a moment, and understanding slowly crept over his face. "Fuck," he whispered.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Teldryn felt his brow twitch despite his efforts to keep his face neutral. Aside from some rather creative references to trees, Arden wasn't one to curse often, and Teldryn wasn't quite sure what to make of it just then. He sat on the edge of the bed without removing his hand from Arden's shoulder and hoped desperately that he wasn't crossing any boundaries, but Arden either didn't mind or was so wrapped up in trying not to have a panic attack that he didn't notice. His breathing hadn't slowed any, and he'd even begun trembling.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>"Hey, look at me," Teldryn urged, giving a little pulsing squeeze to the bony shoulder under his hand. He waited until Arden lifted wide eyes to his face. "You're alright. It was just a dream."</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Arden squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed thickly. "Yeah...yeah, I know."</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Teldryn finally let go of Arden's shoulder so that he could lean over and retrieve the cup he'd set on the table, but fingers suddenly encircled his wrist as his hand hit the bed, making him pause and look back. Arden let go as quickly as he'd grabbed him and quickly pinned his hands between his knees. "S-sorry," he mumbled.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>"I'm not going anywhere," Teldryn said softly as he completed the motion to retrieve the cup. He held it out to Arden. "Here. Drink this."</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Arden obediently took the cup in both hands and raised it to his lips. It wasn't until he'd swallowed that a look of surprise crossed his face, and in the same moment Teldryn realized that that was the first time he'd seen his patron consume something without first asking what was in it.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>"It's got honey in it."</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Teldryn nodded. "Yeah. Just honey and hot water. Nothing else." He was oddly thankful there hadn't been any tea in the kitchen, a fact he'd been cursing just minutes prior, or else that's what he would have had with him and couldn't have offered any. He'd never realized how much plant matter he consumed until Arden hired him and he saw firsthand how careful someone adhering to the Green Pact had to be. He wasn't sure if what he'd just witnessed was trust or preoccupation, but he was glad that it had worked out. The correct ingredients in the kitchen and a moment of forgetfulness on his part could have ended this incident on a very different note.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>After a short time of just breathing and taking little sips of the drink, Arden seemed to come back to himself a little, and a blush began to spread across his cheeks. "Did...did I wake you up?"</span>
</p><p>
  <span>"No, far from it." Teldryn waved his hand in a dismissive gesture and cleared his throat. "I don't even think I'd have heard you if I hadn't already been up."</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Arden hummed. There was still a breathy quality to his voice, but for the most part he seemed to have calmed down. Meanwhile Teldryn was beginning to struggle not to cough, and thought it was probably time for him to return to his own room with a fresh cup of honey water. </span>
</p><p>
  <span>"Are you going to be alright?"</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Arden tensed ever so slightly, but then nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for...waking me up."</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Teldryn bit the inside of his lip. It was the answer he'd hoped for, freeing him to go hack up a lung in private, but the tension still thrumming through Arden's body was palpable across the short distance between them, and the memory of thin but strong fingers gripping his wrist in a desperate bid to prevent him from leaving kept him anchored to the bed. "Or," he hedged, "if you want to talk about it...I'll listen."</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Arden cast his eyes down to the cup in his hands. "I...not really, but, um, could you just...stay here...for a bit?"</span>
</p><p>
  <span>"Of cour-" Teldryn had ignored his airways for too long, and his throat seized up on him mid-reassurance, forcing him to either cough or suffocate. He heard Arden make a surprised noise over the sound of wet, hacking coughs that he was powerless to stop, and as he began to catch his breath again, Arden pressed the cup, still about a third full of honey water, back into his hands. Teldryn almost waved him off, trying to to tell him to keep it and that he could make another one, but the words stuck in his throat, coming out as little more than a strangled wheeze that only threatened to start him coughing again. Chagrined, Teldryn accepted the cup and swallowed the remainder of its contents. "Damn ash…" he muttered when he could breathe again.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>"You haven't even gotten any sleep yet tonight, have you?" Arden didn't wait for him to respond. "I'm sorry. I'm being selfish and pathetic. It's my fault you inhaled a gallon of ash in the first place and then I drank most of that honey water that I rather doubt was intended for me and now I've asked you to sacrifice even more sleep because I'm afraid of things that aren't even real." Arden sighed and dropped his face into his hands. "Just...get some rest. Don't worry about me. I'll survive without being babysat."</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Teldryn hesitated, then nodded once and stood up. He didn't say anything as he left, closing the door behind him as he made his way back up to the kitchen and refilled the cup with more honey and hot water. He then filled a second cup with even more of the same, and brought both of them back downstairs. It took some finagling to reopen the door with two full cups in his hands, but he managed, and shut it behind him again with his foot. Arden had buried himself under the furs again, though Teldryn did notice that the candle was still burning. The Bosmer peered warily out from his cocoon at the noise of Teldryn's return, and Teldryn saw immediately that he'd been crying even in the short time he'd been gone. He ignored the way Arden's eyes tracked him as he walked to one side of the bed and set a cup down, then went back around to the other side and took a long sip from the second cup before setting it down as well.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>"What are you doing?" Arden asked finally.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Teldryn blew out the candle and sat back down on the bed. "I'm getting some rest. Move over."</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Dumbly, Arden shifted to the side, and Teldryn allowed himself a smirk in the darkness. He swung his legs up onto the bed and stretched out on his side so that he was facing Arden. He couldn't see him very well anymore, but as far as he could tell Arden had also turned onto his side to face him. There was a long, heavy pause, and though Teldryn was perfectly aware he'd just crossed a major line, he began to wonder if it had really been as welcome as he'd expected.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Then Arden reached over and draped some of the extra furs over his new bed partner, and Teldryn felt his whole body go slack with relief.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>"Thanks," Arden whispered.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>"Just try not to kick me in the balls if you have another nightmare, alright?"</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Arden gave a short bark of laughter. "No promises."</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Teldryn smiled. There was no further discussion of the arrangement, nor wishing the other a good night. Teldryn closed his eyes, but waited until he heard Arden's breathing even out before he allowed himself to doze off. Some indeterminate amount of time later, Teldryn woke to Arden curling himself against him, arms tucked up between their bodies and head bent so that his breath warmed Teldryn's chest through his shirt. Teldryn froze for a long moment, waiting to see if Arden was going to comment on the way his heart rate had nearly tripled, because there was no way he couldn't feel it, but Arden remained still and silent. Teldryn swallowed, unsure if the thick feeling in his throat was ash or nerves, and carefully draped one arm over Arden's shoulder's. Arden immediately let out a shuddery sigh, and a moment later his breath hitched, and he let out a small sob.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>"Hey," Teldryn crooned. "What's wrong?"</span>
</p><p>
  <span>"Sorry. I'm sorry. I'm being stupid."</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Arden made to pull away, but Teldryn clamped down on him and held him gently but firmly in place against his chest. "Arden. Talk to me. What's going on?"</span>
</p><p>
  <span>"I just...there's so much...in my head...with Alduin, and now Miraak...it's too much. And you…" His breath hitched again, and he paused.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>"Me?" Teldryn prompted.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>"You're the first person...that hasn't wanted something from me, or wanted to kill me…"</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Understanding began to dawn in Teldryn's mind. Arden had latched onto the first modicum of unexpectant kindness he'd been shown, but they'd both crossed a lot of boundaries that night, and now it was too much. "You hired me to protect you, and that's what I'm going to do." Teldryn was about to start rambling some sentimental nonsense, but Arden cut him off.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>"Trees be damned, I forgot you have to be nice to me because I'm paying you. I'm a damn fool, taking advanta--mph!"</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Teldryn clamped a hand over Arden's mouth. "You're only a fool if you really think I'm lying in your bed right now because you pay me. I'm a mercenary, not a prostitute." He let his words sink in for a moment before lifting his hand and tucking it back under his head. "I'm happy to stay with you all damn night every night if that's what you need, not because you pay me, but because I care about you as a person." The words were out of his mouth before Teldryn realized their weight, but what surprised him the most was his own sincerity. Whatever happened, he wanted to make sure the mer in his arms made it through to the other side, and that realization was nothing short of terrifying.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>"...That's pretty sappy, coming from you."</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Teldryn scowled and lightly smacked the back of Arden's head. "Go to sleep!"</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Arden laughed into Teldryn's chest, but settled down after a moment. This time the descent into sleep was much faster. Whatever their relationship had just become, Teldryn decided that defining it would have to wait for another time. For the moment, he was drowsy and comfortably warm, with an armful of safely sleeping Bosmer, and that was all he needed.</span>
</p><p><br/>
<br/>
</p>
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<a name="section0002"><h2>2. Chapter 2</h2></a>
<div class="story"><div class="fff_chapter_notes fff_head_notes"><b>Summary for the Chapter:</b><blockquote class="userstuff">
            <p>Teldryn is happy to comfort Arden in times of distress, but how willing is Arden to return the favor?</p>
          </blockquote></div><div class="userstuff module">
    
    <p>
  <span>After that first night, Teldryn was a little nervous about whether Arden would take him up on his impulsive offer to stay with him every night, and the implications it could have on their relationship. Teldryn still viewed Arden as an employer first and a friend second, though that line got blurrier every day, and sharing a bed with any sort of regularity would add another whole dimension that Teldryn wasn’t sure how to handle. Luckily, it turned out that Arden didn’t seem to expect him to back his offer nightly, though he would occasionally ask if Teldryn would mind staying with him for just that night, usually after an encounter with one of Hermaeus Mora’s freakish books.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Teldryn didn’t know what Apocrypha was like, and wasn’t keen to discover it first-hand, but morbid curiosity had prompted him to ask Arden about it several times. Arden’s descriptions were usually short and vague, referencing stacks of old books, murky water, or how the sky was light green, and Teldryn didn’t want to press when the topic obviously made Arden uncomfortable, until one night he finally got his answers. Arden had just discovered Ashfire Mead and was well on his way toward becoming properly drunk while Teldryn worked his way a bit more slowly through a sizable bottle of sujamma. An offhand comment about the smell of draugr had set Arden off on the stench of Apocrypha, which led to slightly drunk but still vivid descriptions of the creatures that lurked in the murky ocean or materialized inches away from you with no warning when you were boxed in on three sides by towers of rotting books. Teldryn listened, spellbound while Arden described the sensation of tentacles wrapping around his arm, bare where neither bracers nor armor covered it, and how he’d learned to trust the warm sensation at the back of his neck to warn him that something invisible was nearby.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“What the fuck do you need me for, then?” Teldryn asked once Arden paused to take another drink. “That sounds worse than anything we’ve encountered, and you’ve been doing it alone.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Arden sighed and seemed to weigh his words before speaking. “I’ve been doing it alone, but I haven’t been succeeding. By all logic I should have died the first time I went there, and at least three more times since. If I get an arm ripped off out here on Mundus, I’m not going to get spit out onto another plane and get to try again. So yes, I do need you out here. I don’t want to die for real.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Teldryn blinked slowly. “You...you got your arm ripped off?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Arden took another long drink. “Yeah. Those tentacle things are strong.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Teldryn was speechless, and after a moment tried to cover it by drinking deeply from his own bottle. The sujamma burned down his throat, and the warmth in his stomach was almost sickening rather than providing the usual comfort. Arden hadn’t just been wandering a vaguely creepy plane of existence, he’d fought until he died, multiple times, and Teldryn hadn’t even realized. No wonder Arden was having nightmares about it.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“I’m going to bed before I fall asleep on the table,” Arden said suddenly, making Teldryn jump. He didn’t know how long he’d been staring off into the distance, but Arden had finished his current bottle of mead and was, in fact, looking a bit drowsy.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Oh, sure. You...want me to stay with you tonight?” It was the first time since the first night that Teldryn had offered without being prompted. Arden generally only requested his presence after a trip to Apocrypha, but Teldryn wasn’t sure if having discussed it in such detail was comparable to actually visiting the place, as far as triggering nightmares went.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Arden seemed confused by the question at first, then gave a soft smile and shook his head. “No, I’ll be alright. Thanks, though.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Teldryn nodded once, and they traded generic nighttime pleasantries before Arden headed off downstairs. Teldryn listened to him leave, staring into the fire until he heard the doors to the master bedroom close.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>When Arden had first hired him, Teldryn hadn’t thought much of the skinny little Bosmer. He’d almost dismissed him as a potential patron, preferring to work for people who could hold their own in a fight and only really needed him for backup, but when Arden had gone out and come back singed from head to toe from an ash spawn attack and yet somehow still alive, Teldryn realized he wasn’t just another weakling come to Solstheim for shits and giggles, and called out his pitch as soon as the mer looked his way.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Since then, Arden had proven to him over and over how wrong his initial assessment was. The mer wasn’t brave, but he was definitely courageous. Anyone could smell the persistent fear on Arden from a hundred miles, and yet he kept pushing, kept reaching toward that next goal despite the myriad of dangers between him and his target. It was awe-inspiring.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>The fire had burned low by the time Teldryn shook himself from his thoughts and made his way to his own bed, but imagined images of Apocrypha still haunted his mind. All the things he couldn’t protect Arden from, things he barely understood swarmed through his consciousness like flies, irritating and persistent. He dozed briefly only to wake again in horror, familiar shadows of his room replacing the image of Arden’s detached arm in his shaking hands.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Teldryn groaned and got out of bed, making a mental not to let Arden tell any more horror stories before bedtime. He wandered upstairs for some water, sans honey this time, and then back down again, hovering both times in the hallway in the hopes of hearing Arden in the midst of a nightmare again. Teldryn rolled his eyes at himself for being disappointed at the silence, and tried to remind himself of the reasons that his patron sleeping peacefully was a good thing, but the urge to hold Arden against his chest again remained. Teldryn wasn’t usually one to remember his dreams, but the image of Arden missing an arm seemed to have been seared into his brain, and he couldn’t figure out why he couldn’t let it go.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>He was slipping into Arden’s room before he really considered what he was doing. He told himself that he was just checking on him, that maybe seeing him with both arms attached would help whatever was going on in his brain, that he would just peek at him to make sure he was okay and leave, but it all rang hollow in his head. He wanted back in the bed with the comfort of another person against him, and he wasn’t sleeping that night without it.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>The mannequins surrounding the entryway were as creepy as ever, but even though Teldryn was feeling jumpier than usual, he didn’t conjure a flame to see by. Instead he slipped quickly to the side, hidden by a column from both the bed and the mannequins, and tried to breathe to regain his composure, swearing to himself that he just needed a quick look and then he would go back to bed and lay awake staring at the ceiling all night. Plan in place and composure restored, Teldryn stepped forward.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>The feeling of dread when his foot hit the basket was immeasurable. Naturally, it was the one filled with a variety of potions and a few gems that Arden had set aside to sell at the market the next day, and it made a horrible clattering noise, accentuated by the utter silence on either side of his misstep.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Teldryn?” The panic in Arden’s voice would never stop tugging at Teldryn’s heart.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Yeah, it’s just me, sorry. I didn’t intend to wake you.” Teldryn stepped around the traitorous basket and out from his hiding place, hands lifted slightly away from his sides in a non-threatening manner whether Arden could see him in the dark or not.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“What are you doing in here?” Arden asked, sounding more relieved than annoyed, and not at all like someone who had been asleep seconds prior.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Ah, just wanted to check on you, I guess. Was feeling a bit restless.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Arden hummed, and Teldryn could almost hear the frown. “You want in?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Oh, no, I was just...I don’t...I was headed back to my own bed in a minute.” Teldryn could have kicked himself. That must have been the least charismatic answer he’d given in his life. He heard more than saw Arden sit up.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“What’s got you feeling restless?”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Teldryn sighed. “Honestly? You and your storytelling.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Arden chuckled, and Teldryn couldn’t help but bristle at the sensation of being laughed at, but before he could come up with a decent retort, there was a rustling of furs and Arden’s voice saying “Get in.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Teldryn would get in the bed to comfort Arden any day, but this was different. “I don’t need…”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>“Look, if watching me sleep brings you comfort, that’s fine, but if you get in the bed instead of standing next to it like a creep, you might even get some actual rest, too.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Teldryn opened his mouth to fire back an answer, but between the surprise at Arden’s newfound sass and the desire to just get in the bed and be done with it, he found he had nothing to give. It was the second time Arden had rendered him speechless that evening, and while he wasn’t exactly pleased with that development, he decided that grousing about it could wait until morning. Nevertheless, as he awkwardly climbed under the furs next to Arden, he couldn’t help but mumble “I wasn’t watching you.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Arden exhaled heavily, not quite a sigh, but not quite a laugh. “Okay.”</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Teldryn needn’t have worried that Arden was going to try to further reverse their roles by trying to be the big spoon or otherwise take a dominant position. Arden merely curled into his now-customary position against Teldryn’s chest and exhaled slowly in contentment when Teldryn wrapped his arm over Arden’s shoulder. They were both asleep within seconds.</span>
</p><p>
  <span>Afterwards, the spare room in Severin Manor was empty most nights.</span>
</p>
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